Hundred Years - Caravels

I haven’t left the house in a hundred days

I saw you peek through the door

Pry it open some more

You said it’s been a hundred years since we last spoke

You can feel for my pulse

If it proves I’m not a ghost

Most nights I try not to drink myself to sleep

Convince the clock I still need more time to think

But every sip sip sip’s another tick tick tick

And I’m not done yet, I’ve half a bottle left

And we can stay out late and hope to god it’s okay

And we can stay out late and hope to god it’s okay

And we can fall and still land on our feet we’re okay

And we can stay out late and hope to god it’s okay

I still tell myself

That I can tell the difference

Rid the night of the dark, strip the light from the day

Rid the night of the dark, strip the light from the day

But right here right now I know

I should just let it go

So tonight I dim off the lights and look up and

Draw dumb pictures on the ceiling